Three Acts
Poetry by A. Whittenberg
my children drowned
16 months ago
2 years ago
6 years ago
my children, just as naked,
as now, just as submerged back when
we moved through the uncertainty of shelters,
sustaining by government crumbs,
their father is not my husband.
the voices talk
pharmaceutical extractions mute
the voices shout
are there sharks under the golden gate?
i drive to the bridge
God is there, but he blinks
i strip my babies and listen to the smell of the bay
it fills me, the soft rays illuminate
i do it.
again.
once more.
in your news reports, please include:
i’m drowning too.
A. Whittenberg is a Philadelphia native who has a global perspective. If she wasn’t an author she’d be a private detective or a jazz singer. She loves reading about history and true crime. Her other novels include Sweet Thang, Hollywood and Maine, Life is Fine, Tutored and The Sane Asylum.